Organic Emergence

 

The Deluge

 Steel plate engraving by William Miller after design by John Martin — 1844

Elf and Bear

 Etching and Aquatint by Max Klinger 1881

Fine Art Prints

 A brief overview - regarding woodcuts, engravings, etchings, etc. 

Majesty and Tribulation —

 A “micro”-symphony in four movements.  

I stitched together some previous compositions and added an orchestrated scherzo to make this mini-symphony (just under sixteen minutes).  I hope some can see the symbolism.  

The art is among my favorite; 19th century Edwardian and Symbolist works with a few Romantic landscape paintings.   Some of the engravings and etchings are from my collection accumulated over the years.

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Majesty and Tribulation

This is a piece I originally wrote for piano with eventual orchestration in mind.  

Special thanks to contributors to Pixabay and Pexels for some stock footage and to Franco at the Fiverr website for orchestrating the work to my specs.

There are two versions uploaded. One has more engaging video footage but some terrible audio distortion in places (thanks to the iMovie app).  The other is less visually engaging but has a clean audio track.

A short piano piece

 I wrote this long ago. It’s a deliberate transformation from a simple classical style into a modern style — akin to works by Shostakovich.   It’s performed by “Maripiano” from the Fiverr website.

The Turbulent Dance of Earth, Air, Fire, and Water

 A short piece of music written for piano and later orchestrated to my specs by “Franco” on the Fiverr website. Video footage by contributors to Pixels and Pixabay. 

The Deluge — Mezzotint Engraving by John Martin

 

The Murky Distant Chorus

A murky distant chorus unravels in the sky,

And mocks your fears and mocks the tears that trickle from your eye.

The play of thoughts within your care hold scents unraveling in the air. 

There’s monsters lurking within your days that laugh at feeble wayward ways — a cacophony of facts and fiction. A laughable retreat for the mischief prone, that sits upon the skulls and throne of bone, a prior testament of lies, for he who lives and he who dies.

A strange and hidden plight, a mask that’s worn so tight. 

Claw at the figments, grasp the emptiness, and lie still on the floor of a pool of passions that delude even the wisest of discerning eyes. When laughter and cries meet upon agreed suppositions  we all find something akin to peace while a murky distant chorus unravels in the sky.